To look at the building, it appeared like many other aging hotels in Detroit, but the Open Arms was not as it appeared. To the casual passer-by, there was no indication of the nefarious activities that went on behind its deteriorating walls. Not even Leonard, who, because of the cheap rent, chose to live there, unlike so many of its residence, had any idea of the corruption, drug use, and prostitution that was tolerated in the grimy rooms.